The audience was excited again, and those who bet on Zhantian were all smiles again, especially those who had been betting on Zhantian from the beginning. From the initial loss of ten to one, now, after eleven games, they have made a lot of money.
The bowl is full.
On the podium, Catherine and Lucy looked at each other and smiled. This guy is always so unreliable and can win, so why does he always have to make things so thrilling and worrying?
On the ring, Zhan Tian gave a soft drink, and all the dirt on his body was shaken off, and his bronze skin shone in the sun. Danger comes with benefits, and the risks of death bring equally huge benefits. At the last moment, he only had
With the intention to fight, the battle statue gathered in front of him, actually blocking all attacks and absorbing all visible and invisible energy.
The physical form of the war statue was much more powerful than he imagined. It could absorb such powerful penetrating power, especially those bullets from hot weapons. As for the main body, it looked embarrassed, but in fact it did not suffer too much damage. Countless
Energy is fed back from the war statue, and the physical body is strengthened time and time again.
The game started again with the referee's announcement, but this time there was only one opponent, a middle-aged man in a green shirt, carrying a long sword on his back, his eyes were very bright, some looked like black, but there were some differences, they were brown, even
So does hair.
The sword cultivator looked proud and said coldly: "Ruthless swordsman, the sword is ruthless!"
Zhan Tian grinned with disdain on his face. This guy actually practiced his swordplay by killing people. This made him feel disgusted for the first time. Those previous opponents were all trying to survive and live a better life for their families.
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The audience in the audience was instantly in an uproar. The ruthless swordsman, the legendary successor of the sword god, the first person below the god level, countless people died under his sword. The last time he used his sword was three years ago, a warrior at the level of Emperor Wu.
One piece was taken in seconds.
Several big casino bosses all had smiles on their faces. This time they invited a ruthless swordsman, but he was bleeding heavily. The guy didn't agree last night, but he didn't expect that he would actually fight now. Although I don't know why he went to fight, but the conditions for agreeing were
But they didn't dare to skimp at all.
"Take out your weapons, I will strike with my sword and never leave anyone alive."
"Haha, I haven't killed anyone before, do you know why?"
"Not interested in knowing."
"Is that so? Forget it, you can ask the King of Hell yourself."
After Zhan Tian finished speaking, he stepped forward with his horse and guarded his ribs with both fists, "War!"
Jian Wuqing smiled disdainfully, "I will only throw out one sword. If you can block it, I..."
"Roar!" Zhan Tian's right fist shot into the sky, and a black dragon appeared out of thin air. Its body was covered with dark and shiny scales, antlers, a horse's face, and a snake's body. Countless orcs in the audience were trembling, and the weakest ones were already kneeling on the ground.
On the podium, Catherine and Lucy finally saw the black dragon with its concentrated body. "Long Wei, what kind of dragon is this?" Lucy looked curious.
"I don't know, I haven't seen it either." Catherine thought for a moment and shook her head. She could feel the vague pressure, which was a kind of oppression at the level of life, just like a superior god looking down on mortals.
The light on the sword in Jian Qingqing's hand was blood red. Before it could be ejected, he felt his heart tightening. Under the crisis of life and death, he didn't even have time to finish his words and hurriedly jumped into the air. Emperor Wu could already fly for a short period of time, compared to the flight of several hours by God of War.
It's a lot worse, but it's still very strong. The reason why he participated in the war was because of the quota that allowed him to directly participate in the God Clan's global competition.
In the finals, anyone with a cultivation level of Martial King or above can directly participate. As a Martial Emperor, it is really shameless for him to participate in such a competition. However, the quota to participate in the global competition is very rare. Usually, only those on high-level battlefields can participate in the finals.
Only then could there be a competition. In the high-level battlefield, there were as many Martial Emperors as dogs, so he didn't have the confidence to participate.
Jian Qingqing flew in the air. He didn't expect such a terrifying physical cultivation to appear on a low-level battlefield. He was a swordsman, with sword intention, sword power, sword power transformed into form, and sword power condensed. This is something that only a master can do.
Could it be that the person facing him was a martial arts-level physical cultivator? How could that be possible? Before he could calm his frightened little heart, the black dragon suddenly appeared in front of him and opened its bloody mouth.
"I think......"
With a click, Jian Wuqing disappeared, and his sword disappeared together. Everyone knew that the guy wanted to admit defeat, but unfortunately he stopped before he could speak.
Jian Qingqing died, and the audience fell into dead silence. Not only was it Zhan Tian's first time killing someone, but more importantly, the terrifying sound of the dragon chewing. Others thought of Jian Wuqing's identity as the successor of the Sword God.
.....
The black dragon had already swallowed Zhan Wuqing. He raised his head and roared, and dissipated in the air unwillingly. On the command platform, Catherine felt a little nauseous. This guy always did things unexpectedly. He didn't kill anyone before, but now he made people unable to finish their sentences.
He died so miserably. Only Lucy was surprised at first, then excited, and finally jumped up.
"Sister, that dragon is so handsome. I really want to keep one... Go and seduce Xia Zhantian and ask him to give one to me."
"Sigh, what nonsense are you talking about? Go and do it yourself. That's just the result of his fist, it's not true..."
"I don't believe it. He must have it, maybe it's hidden on his body. He doesn't wear a storage ring, and he's practicing physical training, so maybe he's hiding it in his own body. Isn't it said that physical training can cultivate the physical space..."
While the two women were muttering in discussion, there were boos in the ring. The opponents in the third, fourth, and fifth games all came on stage and directly announced their defeat. This made the casino owners sigh in relief.
Zhan Tian killed Jian Qingqing, and the benefits promised before were naturally saved. There was no competition in the future, and there was no need to open the market. Naturally, he also saved money from continuing to lose money. Some gamblers cursed those king-level mercenary groups for letting them
Lost the opportunity to make money.
The leaders of the three mercenary groups all had gloomy looks on their faces. Of course they wanted to make money. Now Zhan Tian’s accumulated bonus is almost reaching one million, but life is more important. If Zhan Tian just fights
To stun their opponents, they would fight no matter what, just in case they won. But the sword's ruthless death reminded them severely that they would die and be eaten by the black dragon. A fist condenses the entity.
The physical training is very likely to be a god-level physical training. This is not a soft persimmon.
In a luxurious private room in a hotel, Zhen Xiaoren and Fa Qingqing looked cold. Zhan Tian was indeed not dead. The sixth sense of the two grown men was really accurate. But they were not happy at all. Physical cultivation, physical cultivation with great boxing skills
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"Brother Qing Wu, that Wu Qing died. I'm afraid this name is unlucky."
"...Brother Xiaoren, if you don't care about this trouble, how can I be willing to leave first? Don't talk nonsense, as the royal family of your Zhen family, have you ever heard of god-level physical training?"
"But, no. Not to mention physical cultivation, sword cultivation, sword cultivation, and spear cultivation. There are very few who can reach the god level. Their souls are consumed too much in foreign objects. Even if they reach the god level, they are rubbish. Physical cultivation, emperor level are all
No boxing cultivator, this guy looks like a low-level god..."
"Well, I haven't heard of it either. I think this guy has a lot of secrets. It's a pity."
"Haha, it's a pity. If he doesn't have illusions about Catherine, I would like to give him a chance to see if he can become a god-level boxing cultivator. I am jealous of talents..." This chapter has been completed!